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Ack. I've been sitting around my room, more or less all day, with no pressing business except the desire to write a journal entry. So, naturally, I have had a copy of my template open and reduced on my desktop for more than six hours without having typed a single thing (till now, at least). I hate it when I go several days without updating; I feel like I can't narrow down 4 days of thoughts and experiences into a few screenfulls of text. Eh, I'll give it a whirl. As you might have guessed, I've returned to my cozy dorm room. It feels so good to be back in my comfortable self-made environs, though I'm definitely missing my mom's 17 inch monitor- mine is only 15 inches, and all of a sudden seems quite tiny. It is lovely, though, to be back speeding through the net with my ever-blazing ethernet card and to restore the full splendor (heh) of my site ("look honey, she actually does have graphics where the little red x's have been so long!"). I uploaded it pretty hastily, so mail me, please, if you encounter any problems with links. Much later:
Characters in movies always seem to have such oblique esoteric conversation, discussions that are so obscure as to make their accuracy doubtful. Doubtful, that is, until I take a look at the conversations I've had recently, late at night over weak coffee and extra-salty hash browns. Christ, if you filmed them, you'd have not a bad indie flick. I digress. After dinner, we all trucked (or rather, Subarued) over to Liz and Richard's house to settle in for a long night of mindless television. Two hours of X-files, one of Xena, one of Hercules, and then the Simpson's episode we had taped. My god, that's a lot of TV. Well, of course it was mixed with a healthy dose of tickling, fighting over who has to sit on the ant couch (formerly home to, you guessed it, an ant colony), and a short-lived ice cream binge. After the Simpson's, the conversation turned towards the misadventures of Richard, Liz, and their housemates when they were freshmen. In other words, people and times I knew nothing about. Patrick sensed my slight boredom and impending need for sleep, and we decided to depart. Okay, that was a random and truely half-assed entry. Don't worry, something interesting is bound to happen to me. Either that, or I'll invent fantastical tales for you. |
 "The separateness of our lives is a sham. Physics, mathematics, music, painting, my politics, my love for you, my work, the star-dust of my body, the spirit that impels it, clocks diurnal, time perpetual, the roll, rough, tender, swamping, liberating, breathing, moving, thinking nature, human nature and the cosmos are patterned together." --Jeannette Winterson, Gut Symmetries |